But NOTHING could penetrate that thick skull of yours!
Please let me show your new home: fresh, quiet and underground!
I've been WONDERING who took over for Stan at the Used Coffin Emporium!
In my hold lies a crate of "I defeated Jucius Maximus and all I got was this lousy t-shirt" t-shirts. Mint in box, never been worn...and never will be!
In my hold lies a crate of "I defeated Jucius Maximus and all I got was this lousy t-shirt" t-shirts. Mint in box, never been worn...and never will be!
The only thing that could make me cry worse than your fighting style is an onion
And that's the way you'll die, by citing style before substance
By the time I'm finished with ye, even Deadeye Dave's most cutting edge experimental prostheses couldn't piece ye back together!
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You won't even hit a barn with your fumbling.
You wouldn't even frighten a cow with all your mumbling.
You're as welcome as a fart on a warm summers day.
And you, for a start, like the smell of decay!
Is your brain as tiny as that knife you call 'sword'?
It's bigger than the one in that wife of yours.
Was your father a gorilla, or did you just have an incurable bad hair day?
Even fart would be enough to blow you away!
And that wooden stick was all YOU could afford?
ok one more
Umm.. you will.. uh, pay? For such a lousy insulting i mean, i will make you pay and all that.. u got it, right? Oh, come on, it wasnt that bad?
I can jump the coconut tree with no strain at all!
Aye, but you jumped the shark when you decided to take ME on!
Arr, I be noddin' off here! Tell one o' these witnesses to wake me when I've killed ye.
Noddin' off, eh? So no wonder yer fighting style is a nightmare.
I've slain more people than I can even count.
Since you can't count at all, it's not such a big amount!
I catch cannonballs with my bare hand!
But you can’t count to ten; so a measly amount!
My blade is so sharp it can slice solid rock.
Just to make the others think you're a man!
Please let me show your new home: fresh, quiet and underground!
But NOTHING could penetrate that thick skull of yours!
I've been WONDERING who took over for Stan at the Used Coffin Emporium!
In my hold lies a crate of "I defeated Jucius Maximus and all I got was this lousy t-shirt" t-shirts. Mint in box, never been worn...and never will be!
That's because no one wants anything from you!
I am quite sure you don't know what you're doing.
= Mad Mary win. Looking back, I realized we were on a rhyming run and I totally disregarded it.
EDIT: Oh, and...
It might serve you to recall that you're fleeing and I'm persuing.
Oh sure you do - i m giving you some cutlass hewing.
Both answers are great, guys, but where's the next insult???
You cant tell the cheese from gol', and ye'r think to plunder ship and all?
I AM thinking, yes and you'll fall, 'cause yer lack of brain use'll take its toll.
(That was not easy...)
You can't imagine how good I am fighting.
All of my foes end up impaled on a doorhinge.
What a coincidence. All my foes end up balled like an orange.
I've seen grannies put up more of a fight.
You mean you were beaten up by one?
I have more fighting skill in my smallest fart than you have in your entire body!
That's true, your smell is almost impossible to endure.
(Couldn't find a rhyme for that one.)
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People adore my sword art where ever I might sail!
But I've never seen a fanny that was more of a blight!
I'll kill a man if I don't like the way he blinks
Then surely they'll abbhor me when I smite ye without fail!
The merest mention of my name makes women weep and babies bawl!
All over the sea I'm feared and respected.
Too bad at home you're completely neglected
Me and my sword will one day rule the world!
You fight like a monkey who's drunk too much grog.
Rule the world? More likely chances has a chimp with a turd!
But I don't fight and jump like a rootbeer drinking frog!
When I step the shores natives run in disarray!
You fight like a squirrel, you talk like a donkey.
haha a great one
At least when I fight, I don't look like an ass
The only thing that could make me cry worse than your fighting style is an onion.
And that's the way you'll die, by citing style before substance
By the time I'm finished with ye, even Deadeye Dave's most cutting edge experimental prostheses couldn't piece ye back together!
Right you are, for I will laugh until I explode if I have to watch you any longer.
No one ever challenged me and lived.
That's because even in your family no one wants to be with you.
I'd rather go to Hell than stay in your company!
I'm sure talk of female genitalia (and male, for that matter) counts. Unless it's a cleverly disguised innuendo, I guess.
np: Tayo - Choppa Riddim (Soul Jazz Records Singles 2008-2009 (Disc 2))
Give my regards to LeChuck for me!
How does someone so grog filled and dim even type an insult?
What language is that then?
The same way someone so duck billed and grim can hype an assault!
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You need more of your goons to even out the battle!